Anti-Hero

"He crossed his arms. “You would compare me to Ascians?”“How are you different?” she asked, quiet and cold. “You looked at the worlds both sides held dear and decided which to preserve. You made a judgment about the value of which should survive.” She looked at her hands as if she could see stains of blood streaked across them. Blood which she’d no choice but to spill, which she’d been directed to spill by so many, including him. Blood which would never wash clean, no matter how she scrubbed. She murmured her own answer, not waiting for him to give one. “You and I get to be the heroes of this story because it is our worlds your actions saved.”"Grief brings out the worst in the Warrior of Light, and she sees only one place to direct it.